I started doing drugs at 11 years old. Drugs were always around growing up. At the age of 14, I was married to a 27-year-old man, and I had my first son at age 15. I was a wife and a mother while still being a child myself. By 32, I had 6 kids and custody of none due to my drug use.
I had been lost and broken most of my life and had no ability to live a sober life. I would run to drugs or mental health medication in an attempt to deal with the deep-seated wounds in my heart, but healing never came.
I quickly found myself in jail and my sixth child was in DCS custody. I needed Jesus, so I cried out to Him in that jail cell one night and He heard my cries. Two weeks later, I found Women of Hope. That is where I found Jesus and the healing I have always searched for.
I have learned what it means to be truly loved. The old is gone and I have been made new. I have found my identity in Jesus and my future is full of hope.
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